From here
To there...
A pink blossom
A yellow blossom
A green grass
Hops the
Orange butterfly...
Is it the
Soft mountain
Breeze...
That flies her..?
Or is it..
Just her
Inborn wish
To fly...
She flies...
And she flies...
Not for anything
She has that
Beautiful name...
Butterfly...
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